Sometimes I think about writing about Chicago, and then I read this:

By nights when the yellow salamanders of the EL bend all one way and the cold rain runs with the red-lit rain.By the way the city’s million wires are burdened only by lightest snow; When chairs are stacked and glasses are turned and arc-lamps all are dimmed. By days when the wind bangs alley gates ajar and the sun goes by on the wind. By nights when the moon is an only child above the measured thunder of the cars, you may know Chicago’s heart at last.

from Nelson Algren’s Chicago: City on the Make and I know that it’s pretty much already done.

It can join everything by Stuart Dybeck, Royko, Studs Terkel, and yes, Sandburg in the ranks of stuff you always think of when you think of Chicago because Chicago is awesome and so is the writing.